The Sentinels wham bam thank you m'am

Spontaneously throws Eigma at this situation, hue hue hue.

She had begun to patrol the beach nearby, hoping to find more trinkets to give as gifts perhaps; but what she found was hardly a gift at all. There was a dark figure upon the sand bar, a blob, and Eigma paused to watch its distant movements the way she might have watched a seal. A sound drifted her way -- sad, piteous, sorrowful, filled with pain -- and she was pulled along to investigate. Coming up behind the dark-furred wolf, she saw a vaguely familiar creature practically embedded in the sand. At first there were no words -- this wasn't her first dead body, but it was the first lost life here in the wilds. Eigma's eyes widened and her jaw went slack. She looked to the shadowed boy and then, slipping back a step, tried to get a clear idea of what was going on.

There was a body. And there was a boy. The boy was wailing about how it was his fault; that was enough for her. The fur of her spine began to spike -- and she raised her head, calling out for aid to @Lasher and @Dante since she had limited relations with anyone else. Whoever this wolf was, Eigma did not know him as anything more than a murderer at this point.